Title: How Kefka Stole ChristmasBy: some guy that you didn't have anything better to do than write this story and would like to say for legal reason that he doesn't own any of these characters. (and with all due respect to Dr. Suess.)

Every person in Figaro Castle liked Christmas a lot.But this was different for Kefka, because Kefka did not!Kefka hated Christmas! The whole Christmas season!Now please don't ask why.No one quite knows the reason.

Perhaps it was because of his makeup and seeped down to his brain.Or perhaps it was because of he was completely %#-ing insane.But whatever the reason, his sanity or lip glossThe whole Christmas season made him quite cross.

"They'll all hanging their stockings," he said with a sneer"'Cause tomorrow is Christmas, it's practically here"Then he sat, with his fingers nervously drumming"I must find a way to keep Christmas from coming!"

For tomorrow he knew......all of the girls and boyswould wake up bright and early and rush for their toysAnd then, oh the joy, the joy, they all celebrate their joysAnd the joy was definitely the thing he most hated,For he couldn't go down therewithout being degraded.

And then those young and oldwould sit down to a feastAnd they'd feast and they'd feast!And they'd FEAST FEAST FEAST!They would feast on the pudding, and then some kind of roasted beastThe thought of which made Kefka want to puke at the least.

And then they'd do something that he liked least of allEvery person in Figaro, the tall and the small,Would stand close together, with music a ringingThey'd stand hand in hand, and then would commence with the singing.And the more Kefka thought about people doing a Christmassy singThe more Kefka thought "I must end this whole thing!"For year after year, I've put up with this sameand I must admit that I think it quite lame!

I must end Christmas somehow but, but how could I come about doing this?"Kefka said in doubt.Then he got a brilliant ideaAn awful idea!Kefka got a brilliantly awful idea"I know just what to do to end their Holiday moodI'll go down to the castle And pogo stick in the Nude!

It was to that comment his pet Moogle replied,"Perhaps it's best if you save that till there's LESS snow outside.""BAH!" scolded Kefka "how dare you talk to me that bold!?!"But the more he thought about it, the more he thought of the cold.

So with that idea gone,He went to his second plan.If he had to dress up, he'd dress like the MAN

"I know just what to do" Kefka laughed in his throatAnd he made a quick Santa Claus hat and a coat.

"listen," said the Moogle "I don't want to be meanBut Santa wears red. Not striped neon green.""fine be that way!" Kefka cried.Then he went back to his sewing back in the cave inside.

After an hour (or maybe it was two)The clown faced man mad cried "Moogle, I'm through!"He put on his red coat and laughed "What a brilliant trick!""With this coat and this hat, I'll look like just like St. Nick!""All I need is a reindeer" Kefka looked aroundBut since reindeer were scarceThere were none to be found

Did that stop the bad man...?No, Kefka simply said"If I can't find reindeer, I'll make one instead!"He sawed up a hat rack and put it on the mogStood back and he looked. He said"it looked better on that dog."

He then loaded some bagsAnd some old empty sacksOn an rickety sleighWhich he had found out in the back

Then the sleigh went forward,and Kefka headed downTo the stupid Figaro people,in that Figaro town.

All the windows were dark,and the snow filled the airto which Kefka complainedClashed with his hairWhen he came to the first doorin the castle's square

"This is stop number one" said the insane clownAnd he climbed to the chimney,Then he slid down,But the chimney was tight.A very tight pinchSo he blew a hole in the roofAnd laughed "beat THAT, Grinch!"So through the blasted open roof,Into the home he went downHe landed by the fireplaceAnd then looked around

The first thing he notice was the stockings hug up"These stockings will b the first to go" he grinned "they make me want to throw up!"Then he slithered and slunk, with a smile most unpleasant,Around the whole room, and he took every present!

Relm's paint set, Locke's lock picks, and Celes's new skirtHe took the Shadow's new mask and even Sabin's Santa Clause shirtBut he didn't stop there, no he didn't pauseHe continued to steal,That fake Santa ClauseThe took the wreath from the windowThe mat from in front of the door(and for VERY different reason)The contents of Terra's underwear drawer!

And he stuffed them in bags. Then Kefka, with a groan,Stuffed all the bags, one by one, through the hole he had blown!Then he slunk to the icebox. He took the gang's feast!He took all the pudding! He took their roasted beast!He cleaned out that icebox as quick as a flash.And if HE didn't want to eat it, he threw it into the trash!

Then he stuffed all the food up the hole with glee."And NOW!" grinned Kefka, "I will stuff up the tree!"And Kefka grabbed the tree, and he started to shoveWhen he heard a small sound coming from the room above.He turned around fast, and he saw a small girl!It was little Relm, and she was so cute that he wanted to hurl.She stared at Kefka and said, "Santa, why,Why are you taking our Christmas tree? WHY?"

But, you know, that Kefka was so smart and so slickHe thought up a lie, and he thought it up quick!

"Why, my little girl, 'cause I'm Santa. Not that Kefka creepAnd I DIDN'T come here to kill you all in your sleep."the fake Santa replied."You see there's a light on this tree that won't light on one side."So I'm taking it home to my workshop, my dear."I'll fix it up there. Then I'll bring it back here."

His fib fooled the girl, and he patted her on the headand sang off-key carols until she passed out and her ears bled.And when Miss Relm lay unconscious on the floor,HE went, grabbed the tree, and walked out the door!Then the last thing he tookWas the log for their fire.Then he went up to the next castle wing, that mean pale liar.On their walls he left nothing but hooks, and some wire.And the one speck of foodThat he left in the houseWas a crumb that was even too small for a mouse.ThenHe did the same thingTo the other Figaro roomsLeaving crumbstoo small for mouses and oh…let's sayBackwards talking brooms…

It was quarter past dawn...All of Figaro, still in bedstill asleep, dreaming their dreamsWhen he packed up his sled,Packed it up with their presents! The ribbons! The wrappings!The tags! And the tinsel! The trimmings! The trappings!Back a thousand feet up, back on top of his tower,Kefka decided he'd sell it on e-bay.But first he'd take a shower

After the shower the clown I the Santa Clause suitWent to his sleigh To count all his loot

"Heh!" he said out loud."They're finding out no Christmas is coming!" he said looking down at the crowd"They're just waking up! I know just what they'll do!"Their mouths will hang open a minute or two"Then all those stupid Returners will all cry BOO-HOO!""That's a noise," said Kefka with a sneer,"That's a noise that I simply must hear!"So he paused. And Kefka put a hand to his ear.And he did hear a sound rising over the snow.It started in low. Then it started to grow...But the sound wasn't sad!Why, this sound sounded glad!It couldn't be so!But it WAS merry! VERY MERRY!

He stared down towards Figaro,there in the castle, standing in the snowThere was everyone.Every person in Figaro, the tall and the small,Was singing their songs! Without any presents at all!He HADN'T stopped Christmas from coming!

IT CAME!Somehow or other, it came just the same!

And Kefka, with his pale feet ice-cold in the snow,Stood puzzling and puzzling: "How could it be so?It came without ribbons! It came without tags!It came without packages, boxes or bags!"And he puzzled three hours, till his puzzler was sore.Then Kefka thought of something he hadn't before!"Maybe Christmas," he thought, "doesn't come from a store.Maybe Christmas...perhaps...means a little bit more!"And what happened then...?Well...some people sayThat Kefka's sanity returned (a little)that day!And the minute his head started feeling alright,He whizzed with his load through the bright morning lightWith the sleigh packed with presents he came down from his abodeWith a strained Moogle pulling the load.

Unfortunately for him, what he thought of too lateWas moogles weren't meant to pull such a huge weight.Their little wings couldn't handle the strainSo down came the sleigh, the Moogle, and Kefka the insane.

There was a tremendous crash and a huge fiery boomThat shook the whole castle from room to room.Gone were Kefka, the moogle, their presents, their new clothes and toy trucksLeaving a presentless Locke to exclaim"Man, this Christmas sucks."

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